"Hi, Hayley, is Hope home? I haven't seen her all day. She never misses a day in school, so I'm worried. I just wanna know if there's something wrong." Josie starts. "Is she ill?" She asked.
Hayley shakes her head, smiling. "No. Hope got her wisdom tooth a while ago. She didn't tell you?" The older woman asked and Josie shakes her head.
"She didn't. C-can I come in?" She asked and Hayley nods, giving space for Josie to step in. "Is she in her room?" She asked and Hayley nodded.
"Don't talk to her that much. She's still on her painkillers so she needs to rest her mouth." Hayley advised and Josie nods as she set her low top shoes on the side of the door entrance before she made her way upstairs, where Hope's room is located.
Even ten steps away, she could hear the faint groans and moans coming from Hope's room. And when she caught a glimpse of the girl laying on her bed, still in her red flannel and acid washed pants, she almost awed at the girl who was sleeping peacefully.
Her cheeks were puffed, probably from the cottons on her gums. Her lips looked like as if she pouting that Josie found cute. Her eyebrows met every now and then, probably from the discomfort and the slight pain in her gums, the numbness of her face, and the cotton pushed against her bleeding gums.
Josie takes her time admiring her. It wasn't easy to witness Hope Mikaelson sleeping. The girl always tries to stay awake when she has a guest, of course not unless the guest is sleeping. The last thing she wants is to be rude by leaving the person talking to her awake while she roams around her dreamland.
The girl's eyes squint and Josie broke off from her train of thoughts as she looks at the girl waking up.
The auburn-haired girl had a tired look on her face, her eyes sleepy, mouth closes and open as she tries to swallow her saliva but cringes at the taste of copper of her own blood. "J-josie...?" Her voice groggily as she try to sit up but was stopped by Josie who quickly stood up.
"No, sleep. You need to rest." Josie says as she sits back down, trying to get as close as she can get.
"I doz like de werd theng in mi mouth, Jo. (I don't like the weird thing in my mouth, Jo)." She complained, groaning and moans as she pokes the cotton with her tongue.
"You need that to protect your wound from bacteria, Hope." Josie tells her, pulling Hope's blue blanket to her chest.
"B-hut I doz like it! (But I don't like it!)" She groaned, wincing when she accidentally pushed the cotton too hard. "I doz like it. Ge it out, Jojo. I doz like it. It fels werd. (I don't like it. Get it out, Jojo. I don't like it. It feels weird)." She continuously complained, wincing every now and then when her tongue pokes at the cotton and when she pushes it too hard with her teeth.
Josie thinks of something she could distract her with. "Hey, why don't we talk about something to distract you, eh?" She suggests and Hope looks at her with a pained expression before she hesitantly nods. "Okay, remember when Lizzie found her favorite hairclip splattered in pieces?" She asked and Hope nods. "Well, there was a spider sitting on it and me being me who has a phobia of spiders, I squashed it along with Lizzie's hairclip using a broom." She says and Hope smiles at her.
"I mess Jojo. I doz like naz be'ng 'round her. (I miss Jojo. I don't like not being around her)." Josie smiles at that.
"Really? You miss me that much?" She grins.
"Donst telz her thiz... I like Jojo. (Don't tell her this... I like Jojo)." Josie thinks it's not right to hear this. Hope was not sober, and if she was, she wouldn't be saying this. Josie wanted to respect that, but with the newly found information, she decides to listen to what high Hope was sharing. "I like Jojo. Shes smell gooood (I like Jojo. She smells good)." Hope smiles, hugging the air as if it was Josie.
